There's something irresistibly old-fashioned about the Boxing Day fixture, though I bet modern players would be glad to bin it off and have the time at home. Brings back memories of getting the bus to the match after all the Christmas Day stuff and always makes me think of one year in particular, one I've posted about before but which absolutely fascinates me for how it evokes a vanished era. 1947, I think (just before my time),Frank Swift's City played Plymouth Argyle home and away on the 25th and 26th. Love the story of the players getting the midnight train down from what was then London Road station and traveling overnight down to Devon with the Plymouth team on the same train. A train on Christmas Day, just fancy! And not in sleeper cars, mind, but all sitting up in the compartments and stretching their legs in the corridors as they rolled through the night with "Taunton" and "Newton Abbott" going by the windows.
Apologies for repeating this same bit of nostalgia if you've read this before but for younger bluemooners here's a little bit of history. Oh, and God bless us, every one!